He was between the wolf and the bear with nowhere to run. “Oh, sheep swallop! Sheep swallop and bloody buttered onions!” He nearly wished she would call him down for his language the way Nynaeve would, just to change the subject.
Her lips moved silently, and for an instant he had the strange impression that she was repeating what he had just said. Of course not. He was seeing things; that was all.
Seaine’s eyebrows almost rose again, but she tried to make it a rule not to let herself be surprised more than once in a day.
“Many others have seen far worse. You are alive. None of your bones are broken; your wits are whole. Endure; let the past pass, and go on with your life.”
Sounds like a huge frog being stepped on floated out; Nynaeve decided it was a man singing.
Of course he would not learn from it. Men kept sticking their hands in the fire thinking this time it would not burn, so Lini always said.
What could not be mended must be lived with, so her Aunt Jan always said.
No one was ever simply anything, she was learning.
Baring teeth in what could pass for a smile, Valda straightened. Asunawa had a love of truth, a strange love; he could tie it into knots, or hang it up and flay it while it screamed, but so far as Valda knew, he never actually lied.
…no one liked being made to look a fool, but nobles seemed to like it least of all, perhaps because they so often managed it on their own.
Nynaeve shook her head. She supposed it was one way to find money for the poor. Simply rob anyone who was not poor. Of course, that would just make everyone poor in the end, but it might work for a time. She wondered if Uno and Ragan knew the whole of it. People who claimed they were collecting money to help others often had a way of letting a good bit stick in their own pockets, or else they liked the power that spreading it about gave them, liked it far too much. She had better feeling for the man who freely gave one copper from his own purse than for the fellow who wrested a gold crown from someone else’s.